Because these have been so much fun lately, here's another drabble from my buddy the random prompt generator.
Character: A rugby player
Material: A laser
Sentence: "I will end you for this."
Bonus: Your character is hated by everyone.
Geoff was lying on a tacky, vinyl operating table and sweating profusely, partly because of the vinyl and partly because there was a highly focused, military-grade laser beam slowly creeping up the table. With every additional inch it traveled, the vinyl crisped and curled and the smell of burning barf wafted into Geoff’s nose. Not that he knew what burning barf would smell like, but he could make an educated guess.
He hadn’t asked to be here.
Geoff assumed that most people wouldn’t ask to be bisected by a slowly-moving laser whilst lying prone on a plush, vinyl slab. Most people also wouldn’t ask to be strapped to a slab of plush, glittering purple vinyl that was managing to use his sweat as a form of glue to adhere itself to his skin.
What kind of maniac used glittering purple vinyl as a torture table?
Whatever. Not the issue.
Still, it made him want to be here even less.
One minute he had been on the rugby field, neck-deep in the most exciting scrimmage in months, about to score against the Dribwelt Druggers and their fucking twat of a full-back, and the next minute he’d accidentally tackled some bald, suit-clad asshat with shoulders that could bowl over a lorry.
The laser was now passing the ankles of his spread legs.
Geoff didn’t want this.
He hadn’t wanted the weird scuffle that followed his unfortunate tackle, he hadn’t wanted the man to snarl, “I will end you for this”--because what kind of dick tied someone to a table and tried to bisect them like James Fucking Bond after getting shoved by a professional rugby player?--and he definitely hadn’t wanted to get tied to a vinyl table.
Geoff realized he was thinking far too much about the vinyl part of his situation, and decided to start thinking more about the laser part.
The suited man emerged from the shadows and loomed at Geoff’s shoulder.
“Everyone hates you, you know,” he said.
Geoff frowned. Rude.
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